A divine thought slowly spread out from the Baihui acupoint, and Han Zhonglin closed his eyes and felt the world around him, as real as his eyes, and the surrounding environment was clearly displayed in his mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is different from the feeling of looking inside the body, the divine mind is like a bystander, but now it has become a master, and he can deeply feel the power of the divine mind.

Slowly attaching his divine thoughts to the Dark Soul Knife, a cold aura instantly pierced into Han Zhonglin's mind, and he felt like he had fallen into the ice cellar all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Another wave of divine thoughts poured out, and Han Zhonglin slowly tried to manipulate his divine consciousness to condense into an invisible big hand, which was held under the Dark Soul Knife.

"Smack!" the Dark Soul Knife fell to the ground.

Han Zhonglin was not discouraged, recalling the scene of failure just now, and suddenly a thought flashed through him.

"Can you manipulate the divine consciousness in the same way as you control the Yuan Force?"

Concentrate your will, feel that divine thought in your mind, and gradually condense into a palm in your mind.

The Dark Soul Knife that originally fell to the ground seemed to be lifted by an invisible force, floating in the air leisurely, looking like it might fall at any time.

"It's done!" Han Zhonglin was overjoyed, and the Dark Soul Knife fell down with a "snap".

After finding the trick of the imperial god, Han Zhonglin spared no effort to practice hard, obviously the imperial god is much more difficult than the imperial yuan, after a few days, Han Zhonglin felt extremely weak in spirit, so frightened that he no longer dared to practice the method of the imperial god for several days in a row.

Another month has passed, and Han Zhonglin's Imperial Yuan Technique has become extremely proficient, and the Imperial God Technique has also made great progress.

On this day, Han Zhonglin used Xuanyuan to lose into the Dark Soul Knife, and the Dark Soul Knife was strong in the wind, turning into a black big knife two zhang long, floating in the air three zhang high. Han Zhonglin's body moved, and the next moment he stood on top of the big sword, slowly giving his divine sense to the big sword, and the big knife began to fly slowly. At first, the speed of the broadsword's flight was not fast, but with the effect of Han Zhonglin's Yuan Force and Divine Sense, the speed of the broadsword skyrocketed by three or four times, like an arrow from the string flying into the distance.

Half an hour later, Han Zhonglin fell from the sword light, his body was already sweating profusely, and his Yuan Force and Divine Sense were much weaker.

"Imperial weapon flying is really not an ordinary drain of energy!" Han Zhonglin wiped the beads of sweat from his brows, and sighed again and again in his heart.

In the following days, Han Zhonglin slowly mastered the skills of flying the imperial weapon, and the flight speed became much faster, when flying, it was like a black light flashing in mid-air, and he himself felt a little overdone.

Ziyuntian has become a sea of flowers again, this is a dream land that is difficult to find, people will not want to return, but this world is too small, after all, it is going to leave! The sky is full of purple fluff flying, I don't know where it has floated, it can always take away some thoughts of leaving people.

Han Zhonglin took one last look at a piece of purple in the west, and a black light crossed in mid-air, constantly flying high into the sky, and the purple cloud sky disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Finally, with the help of the Imperial Weapon Technique, he came out of the Purple Cloud Heaven, and he could be regarded as truly leaving the First Line of Heaven, and then he planned to go to Qianbo Lake, a place of training in the outer courtyard, to have a look.

Qianbo Lake is located in the northeast direction of the outer courtyard, is a lake with a radius of 300 miles, composed of thousands of lakes large and small, so it is named Qianbo Lake. Qianbo Lake not only refers to the lake, but also includes a large area around it, where there are countless mountains and dense mountains, extremely rich in products, and of course there are many powerful demon beasts, so it is an ideal place for most disciples of the outer court to practice.

Han Zhonglin flew towards the east with a black light, and arrived at the area of Qianbo Lake on the same day. Putting away the Dark Soul Knife, Han Zhonglin was wearing a green shirt, just like an ordinary disciple of the outer court.

After entering the Qianbo Lake region, Han Zhonglin clearly felt that the water vitality in this heaven and earth was extremely rich, and it was definitely a cultivation place that water cultivators yearned for. Walking through the lofty mountains and mountains, Han Zhonglin met many disciples of the outer court, who were slightly weaker to form a team, and the stronger ones were alone, either hunting demon beasts or looking for elixirs.

After inquiring, Han Zhonglin learned that there was also a gathering place for monks in Qianbo Lake-Qianbo Town. Qianbo Town is close to Jinbo Lake, the largest lake in Qianbo Lake, and like Qingfeng Town, it is a long-formed gathering point.

Knowing the direction of Qianbo Town, Han Zhonglin simply released the Dark Soul Knife and flew towards Qianbo Town with a black light.

It only took half a day, Han Zhonglin rushed to the not far from Qianbo Town, and fell on a high mountain, and looked into the distance with a silver light shining in the distance, which was connected to a group of lakes, and outside the lake was a majestic mountain, stretching for thousands of miles. Outside of the largest body of water, Han Zhonglin spotted a small black dot that could be seen from such a distance, indicating that this Qianbo Town was much larger than Qingfeng Town.

An hour later, Han Zhonglin appeared outside Qianbo Town. This is a real town, with patches of blue bricks and red tiles, rows of houses, and a white jade street that stretches into the town. There are not many pedestrians on Baiyu Street, which can be described as "deserted", but the shops on both sides of the street are open.

Han Zhonglin wandered aimlessly, so he decided to find an inn to live in first.

Xianlai Inn is one of the three inns in Qianbo Town, and the owner is a white old man on the second floor of Qi training, known as Liu Gong. Liu Gong was originally an apprentice in the outer courtyard, but his qualifications were not good, he spent a lot of years, but his cultivation was very pitiful, and he only reached the second layer of the qi refining period, and then he simply opened the Xianlai Inn in Qianbo Town, preparing to spend more than a year here.

As the days of the Great Competition in the Outer Courtyard are getting closer and closer, the monks in Qianbo Town are all doing penance, retreating from retreat, and not returning for months after going out to practice, all of them are desperately trying to improve their strength.

"Hey, this business is not as good as day by day!" Liu Gong looked at the empty shop, shook his head and sighed, and at this moment, a man in Tsing Yi stepped into the inn.

"It's finally open today!" Liu Gong stroked his gray beard and greeted him.

"Distinguished guests, I don't know what to do?" Liu Gong asked with a smile.

"What kind of food, even if you have some to cushion your hunger, and a pot of good wine!"

"Wait a while, little old man will go and prepare. ”

After a while, there were four plates of delicacies on the table, one plate of Fulonger silk, one plate of emerald Luo Lan fruit, and the other two plates Han Zhonglin didn't recognize.

"These two plates are delicacies, can the host introduce one or two?"

"Oh, it's the first time I've come to Qianbo Town. In the town of Qianba, the most famous thing is the special aquatic products in Qianbo Lake, such as this plate of amethyst glass, which is cooked with purple stingers from Jinbo Lake. This plate is called Jinlin, and it is made of special koi fish in Jinbo Lake.

"Not bad!" Han Zhonglin took a bite of the amethyst glass, and his mouth felt that it went down his throat, leaving a fragrance in his mouth.

"It's not good to drink alone, why don't you have a few drinks together?"

"Okay, today's wine money is my little old man, and come to taste my special osmanthus brew?"

Liu Gong was originally a happy guest, but now there is no other business in the store, so after thinking about it, he sat down with Han Zhonglin.

"Qianbo Town is a huge town, why is it so sparsely populated, and please ask the host to relieve your confusion?" Han Zhonglin asked, raising his glass and drinking it.

"The guest officer doesn't know that there are more than 2,000 monks from the outer courtyard in Qianbo Town, and in the past, the town was full of people every day. But with only half a year left in the days of the Outer Courtyard Dabi, and the vast majority of the disciples are doing penance, striving to shine above the Dabi, who has the leisure to wander around?"

"I see!" Han Zhonglin knew in his heart, raised his wine glass and drank with Liu Gong.

"Master, is there a place in the town to buy cultivation exercises?"

"Yes, out of the shop and walk a mile to the east is the Linglong Pavilion, which has all the exercises, but the price is a little more expensive. ”

"Oh, what is the origin of Linglong Pavilion?"

"It is said that the Linglong Pavilion is one of the several major merchant pavilions in the Lost Immortal City, specializing in the trading of exercises and elixirs, and the one in Qianbo Town is only a branch. ”

Liu Gong has been in the outer courtyard for decades, and he knows a lot about the Lost Immortal Sect, and he enthusiastically introduces it to Han Zhonglin.

"It seems that that Linglong Pavilion should be the same as Guangyuan Pavilion, they are all the major merchant forces in Misty Immortal City, maybe there are really good things!" Han Zhonglin's heart moved.

"Master, come and drink this cup, I'll go out for a walk, and I'll bother to clean up my room for a while, and I'll stay here for a few days. ”

Out of the Xianlai Inn, Han Zhonglin walked a mile to the east, and saw a shop with a plaque hanging outside the door, which was Linglong Pavilion.

Entering the Linglong Pavilion, the furnishings inside did not look like a shop at all, but like a living room, and it was empty, let alone received.

Han Zhonglin was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect to open the door to do business like this.

"Anyone?"

"Anyone?"

called a few times, but no one responded, and Han Zhonglin's heart was depressed.

"With such a way of entertaining customers, it's no wonder that people are inaccessible, it's better to close it early!"

"Who is so noisy that they dare to come to my Linglong Pavilion to spread wilderness, and they don't look at what it is?" a voice came from outside the door.

Han Zhonglin looked out the door and saw a woman walking in with a small servant behind him. The woman was in her twenties, with delicate facial features, black hair like clouds, curved eyebrows, and a pair of bright eyes, which was very attractive. The woman's body exuded a cold aura, exuding indifference from thousands of miles away all the time!

"Who was making a fuss at the door of my Linglong Pavilion just now?"

Bingyun glanced at Han Zhonglin indifferently and asked knowingly. At the same time, her brows furrowed slightly, she could see at a glance just now that Han Zhonglin's cultivation was a cultivator, and the monk of the third level of Qi cultivation grabbed a lot of them in Qianbo Town, she really couldn't figure it out, this little monk was disrespectful, didn't she know the name of my Linglong Pavilion?

Just as Bingyun was looking at Han Zhonglin, Han Zhonglin was also looking at the cold woman in front of him, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This woman turned out to be a fourth-level Qi cultivator, and it seems that she is also an Ice Spirit Root Cultivator!" Han Zhonglin could see the other party's roots at a glance.

"If I was offended just now, I would like to invite Haihan! When I first arrived in Qianbo Town, I heard that your pavilion had betrayed the exercises, so I came to pay a visit!" Bing Yun'e frowned, and glanced at the figure in green clothes in front of her again. This man spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, and he was free and easy, which couldn't help but make her look down. ps: If you think it's good, please also collect it to support! Please correct the bad places to help the author grow faster, thank you!